[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
It's like I know you, but I know you, babe
You give emotions, just like everybody else
I know you want me, but I'm here by myself
I know I'm wrong, this for your troubles
Get into your worse, get into your doubles
Walkin' through the house, drunk type stumble
Knowin' I love you, this ain't for you
This ain't for you (Ohh)
This ain't for you (Ohh)

[Verse 2: Fat Money]
It's like I know you, but I don't some days
You wanna suck my, uh, then you don't some days
Please don't end up like yo' old girl, stuck in her ways
I seen a happy couple today and I felt jealousy
I miss tampons in the garbage, I miss you actin' retarded
Since we bein' honest, I might've fucked your makeup artist
You're still friends ain't ya? You actin' like a stranger
Come up out that sunken place, or blink twice if you in danger
We put ourselves in chains, we need to show some self restraint
Bitch so bad, I'd drink the water out her septic tank
Your new guy a fuckin' joke, this must be a prank
You ain't got pregnant yet? That pussy bitch is shootin' blanks
I never admitted to being a super saint
What I'm gon' do for North, some Chicago Saint
(This ain't for us)
Fly a baddie from Brazil, get more bang for my buck
America like this boujee bitch, I'm still waitin' to fuck
Show some hospitality, I been patient enough
Yo' dreams become a reality, 'til you're famous enough
And you say I ain't givin' enough
You better do like Smokey did, and make it enough